"Space" and other adventures"Space"It's really quite epicWe've only just met;And already, alreadyI mean, I meanYou've just only saidThat I've UFOs afloat in my head.And as we went on our way (for the day)Your words filled me with trinkets;Exciting things to say."Opacity"Opacity is the key!Take some detailDown for meAll hail the landOf opacity."Crust"A crustA crustIt is a must;For those of usWith razors of rustA crustA crustIt is a must.
"Flesh"Back to their childhoodIs where they're all thrownWhat was your childhood flood?Remembering traces in the facesOf your aunts and dear old uncleOr maybe it was my sisterThat let me run through the wet grassUnreliable, she caves inA gleeful task set aheadBack then really was no dead-endsFor us young, us fastThose days you stayed insideThose grey, peculiar, smoky daysTimes when sound would echo to the playing fogA dull radiance that would keep all thoughts monochromeMy babysitter's face which still sits in this mindRed-faced, she tells me I thought differentlyBut how I am to remember this so accurately?An emotion; it cannot be but a thoughtShot out in chemicalsReducing colors, reducing levelsWaving, pulsating, rippling...These thoughts bring fear to my mind;These thoughts bring chemicals to my brainMeltdown, meltdown, meltdownIt all melts down to flesh and bloodRelation, creation...Which came first, the chicken or the egg?Was there ever just a chicken and an eg
"On Both Sides of the Fence"The worlduneven nowwas supposed to be fair.But child-bearing nowbrings naught but despair.And prententious personalitieson both sides of the fenceforces me into submissionassumed naturally densebythe world.Where is my supposedpink glamour?shining belowa stern driven hammer?"Compare me notto them!"I state.Which mate is which?To held which fate?Assumed of weaknessassumed of strengthassumed of emotionand by my tenth birthdayI could've been silentapatheticand rational.Something must bedone.I cannot live life asdumbforever.
"Old Man Walking"I am crouchinghidden bya patch of trees.I am quietlife is goneif the man sees.Old man walkingcircles round the yard.Still I am quiet;the man is on guard."we shouldn't be here"paranoia extremeintoxicatedand un-clean.Why do I thinksuch thoughts as these?Hidden bythis patch of trees?"is this place his?""should we run?"But damnI can't.This story's fun:C'monold man!Catch me, catch meif you can!
"Noise"Silencein another thoughtthinkin' downanother sentencethat was silencein another thought.Noisein rememberingthat nothing was saidin replyto your thoughts.Next we knowit's 3 AM.Shall we tryto doze again?
"So She Shall Remain Nameless"A girlwith a childAnd a childwith a girl.Mother and daughter?Or daughter and mother?I swear she's a figmentof my imagination.So lovelySo lovelyA lovely girlA lovely womanBut not for me toknow.I do not want toknow.Do not tell me your nameDear mother.
"An Order"Under the age oftwenty-fiveHe wondered whyhe was still alive.He was only fifteenAnd he wanted to be overnineteen."nineteen?"Nineteen, twenty...twenty, thirty.Where has his life gone?One day he gathered all his clothesThey wore a coat ofgasolineAnd he just said"that's it"And decided to becomea new mana new personalitya new wallTime to take a stand."what wall?"Over less than an eighthof his already existantlifeBut he just said"what life?""I still see no wall."Under no influenceHe was a personOriginal, and brightAnd as solidAs they come.But he has taken someone elseTwo othersThree othersAnd certainly more than fourand made them him.made them from...what?Are they real?Are they justconcealedfrom thee?And now there is a massof eyes I do not knowwhenever you are near.Whenever you are nearYou are not you,anymore.Are you...youanymore?You do not wonder such thingsat such a young ageIn such a fresh mindand body.An age is but anumbera mind
An Ode to the SummertimeA stretch of housesAnd downward.DownwardA stretch of houses.I walk it everyday.But one day,Two days,And three days,Counting through to last SummerWere the days I enjoyed walking it the most.The way the sun shone over the empty spaceBut now the spaceBetween you and meHas become corporate.And I never knew that it would really be this wonderfulAnd I never knew that it would really be this differentOnce the leaves fell from the treesAnd the grey took to the sky.Now I am proud to know you,And not of myself.That excitementThat distractionOf Summer.LastLastLastLastLastSummer.It was ours.But isn't now?
"My Umbrella Overhead"When I heard him tell me,That very day,I knew it was him,Or his demise.And baby, I don't want you to die.Please don't die out on me, baby.And on a day like today,When no one's cool anymore.And all you wanna do,Is try to stay warm.Your socks are worn out,And your coat's in the wash.I'm smilin' with my umbrella,My umbrella overhead.But what happens when the sun's alive again,And he finally decides,To put the umbrella down?Down by his side,Down to the ground.I won't let you down baby.I don't want to let you down.And on a day like today,When no one's devoted anymore.And all you wanna do,Is try to stay warm.Your socks are worn out,And your coat's in the wash.I'm smilin' with my umbrella,My umbrella overhead.Can't I tell you everything?I can't tell you everything.And baby, I don't want you to die.Please don't die out on me, baby.I don't adore your reflection,But hey man, you sure do.But you could say, in the modern sense;Baby, I love you.And on a day like
"Thank God I'm not a Woman"The poem's been removed.The picture has not.